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G is for Green light

I love him. It's simple. I am going to marry him. Have his babies and we are going to live happily ever after…

Well that's if I ever get to see him face to face? I'd been talking to him all week and all I wanted him to say was "Hey, what do you think about meeting up?" or "Fancy meeting for a coffee?" I don't even like coffee but I would have drunk it just to meet him. He was worth it. We talked like old friends; as if we knew each other inside-out but how do you meet up with someone that you don't actually know? To talk online it was easy – you could say anything without any worries about what the repercussions could be. At the end of the day I could delete him and never speak to him again if I wanted to – not that I ever would – I found myself rushing home at the end of the day just to see if he was online – and he always was. As soon as I appeared online he'd pop up and ask how my day had been. It was as if he was waiting for me to appear. I knew I couldn't start thinking things like that. He was a guy online – nothing more.

Get back in the real world Swan!

I'd tried to get him to spill more dirt on this mystery woman he was harbouring feelings for – but as of yet – he was remaining tight lipped. He said she was the unobtainable woman; and although he was wasting his time he couldn't stop thinking about her. If only he knew that I couldn't stop thinking about him.

I'd spent the week trying to put a face to this online man; but short of asking him to describe himself I remained clueless. I just kept envisioning this perfect gentleman. I'd dreamt about him, the scary thing is in my dream Edward had the most mesmerising eyes, bottle green with such intensity. I awoke with a start and I knew I recognised those eyes; I just couldn't place where I knew them from.

"Don't make me ask you again Isabella!"

"Hmm?"

"Oh for Christ sake B, pay attention! You said you would help me, and right now you are driving me nuts!"

I may be wrong but I think Alice just stomped her foot after she said that? That was such an Alice thing to do. If you don't pay attention she loses all control and acts like a four year old!

"Actually Al, I distinctly remember you telling me I was helping and that was the discussion – I never actually voiced an opinion on the matter."

"Yeahh…yeah… so shall I get a few more bottles or do you think this will be enough?"

"How many people have you invited?"

"About 80!"

"80 people… I don't even know 80 people!"

"In that case 10 crates of beer and 15 bottles of vodka is plenty considering you told me you'd told them to bring all their own alcohol."

"Well my uncle gave me $500 and told me to have a nice time, so I thought a little bit of alcohol would help lighten the mood and create a good atmosphere."

"Al, the only mood that will create is a shit load of sickness all over your uncle's floor… more to the point, I refuse point blank to be on sick duty – your uncle's house – you clean it."

"Seriously B, whatever's got up your arse – you need to sort it! You are so grouchy today!"

I was miserable; there was no other way to say it. I felt like every man I was meeting was either a mystery to me or hung up on another woman. Where is the fairness in that? I just want one man to give me the 'green light' and tell me they like me too! Was that really too much to ask? – Apparently so!

"Sorry Al, you've just been so excited about Jasper, and I want someone to get excited about and well… it's just not happening."

"Come on B, you're beautiful and it's my party in two days! Maybe that guy will show up and you can get chatting to him. Jaspers adamant you'll like him. The guys apparently said he's definitely coming, he'll just be late."

"I just don't wanna be your friend that ends up being the tag-along when you and Jasper start getting serious!"

Alice instantly looked at me with sympathy in her eyes. That's exactly what I didn't want to happen. I just wanted her to forget me and focus on her and Jasper. But this is Alice I'm talking about; she'd always be there for me – no matter what.

I know Alice would never make me feel unwanted or like an outcast. But the happier Alice got, the more miserable I got. I had a case of the green eyed monster; and I was struggling to keep myself composed. I needed some lovin' but I didn't see a queue of men waiting to fill the position which was depressing me even more!

"You really think me and him will get serious?"

"Well from what you've said Al, he seems pretty keen and I can tell you are!"

"Am I that obvious?"

"You might as well go around with a sign plastered to your head Al, you've got it bad!"

A big sign with flashing lights "My names Alice and I've got it BAD for my new piece of ass!"

"Help me load this stuff onto the checkout B… I'm about to do my back in!"

Shouldn't have bought so much then should youohhh I was being a moody cow…

I decided to ignore the niggling voice in the back of my head that kept trying to tell me I was never gonna have a boyfriend again… I fixed a fake smile on my face and grabbed a bottle of vodka – I was tempted to just neck it back right there – maybe drowning my sorrows would cheer me up. Seriously, where were these thoughts coming from?! – I was a raving alcoholic now contemplating downing a bottle of vodka in the middle of the store – it's official – I've lost my marbles.

Alice cleared her throat and I focused on her face and saw her watching me intently.

"What?" I questioned.

Al just pointed straight to my waist.

I was hugging the bottle of vodka.

"You know B, you have to put it down and pay for it before you can take it home. It's ok… don't panic... you can have it back as soon as I've paid for it!"

She seriously thought she was hilarious. Although – deep down – I knew I didn't really want to part with my bottle of vodka – letting go of it was almost painful. I was all over the place today. I just wanted to get home and talk to Edward. I know he'd make me feel better.

It was like he was my own personal drug. I just about managed to function throughout the day because the thought of seeing him pop-up and speak to me until I went to bed was the happiest part of my day. Three times this week I'd actually skipped having a proper dinner and sat with a bowl of cheerio's in my lap whilst typing. Maybe I was addicted to him and our IM conversations? I don't think they do support groups for that? I was beyond helping…

Thank God I was still stuck in 1901 technology wise; if I had a mobile that could get on the internet I think I'd permanently be stalking his profile. I think I had it memorised. Alice had this flashy piece of equipment that couldn't physically come under the name of mobile it had to be 'a mobile tele-communication system' it warranted a posh name – she said it was a Blackbusy? Or a Blackbuddy? Erghhh I don't know! Either way, it was like a telephone, a computer and a whole life in an object that fitted into my back pocket. I was scared of it – I'd never understand something that complicated. I'd just got the hang of predictive text – well that was a slight lie, I never managed to fully communicate clearly but Alice understood what I meant. I'd try to say See you in 5 mins – but it'd come out Pee you go 5 mins. I was a technology virgin, my laptop was lucky to still be alive.

We loaded everything into Alice's car. She was spoilt rotten and owned three cars. Who on earth needed three cars? Apparently Alice did. Today she was driving her truck. This was my favourite. It was a beautiful red Chevy. It was slower than a grandma on speed and was louder than a virgin on her wedding night but it was my favourite.

I hopped into the passenger seat and Alice started the engine – which resembled an aeroplane about to take off. She put on a new CD she had made and a tune I'd never heard before came on. Alice music was often quirky and weird but today it's just what I needed to hear.

We came to a stop at the traffic lights and the chorus came on. Alice started to belt out the lyrics.

"So if you want to …You got the green light… So if you want to… You got the green light …So if you want to… You got the green light …So if you want to… You got the green light …Give it to mama."

What the fuck was she listening to?

I tried to shout at her over the top of the music – but she was as deaf as a post!

She'd clearly put it on repeat because it started up again… You know… it wasn't that bad… quite catchy really, I found myself singing certain words in the song. If anything I needed someone to put a green light into my life… I felt like it had stopped… I was stalling at the red light… and I needed a kick start to get me back into dating and life in general… it was quite fitting to my situation…

The song was good…It was certainly cheering me up. We had the windows wound down and it was a beautiful day out. The sun was shinning and the wind was blowing a slight breeze but not enough to make you cold. Alice turned the music up and I rested against the window ledge and started to sing out loudly…

"So if you want to …You got the green light… So if you want to… You got the green light …So if you want to… You got the green light …So if you want to… You got the green light ….Give it to mama."

I looked out to the next lane, it was a really expensive car – being a typical girl I couldn't tell you what kind of car it was but it was pretty and shiny and black and the sun reflected off of it in just such a way – I could see my reflection beaming back at me… I looked to the driver's window and it was open and a …guy…was…staring…straight…at…me….FUCK!

It was him…Cheerio Guy…SHIT!

He waved! He actually just waved – what do I do?! Do I wave back? I could feel my face starting to flame. I was so embarrassed – he saw me singing – out loud!

I meekly bought my hand up and wiggled my fingers. He smirked and mouthed hello.

I mouthed back hi.

I turned down the music and he shouted over "How's your head?"

"Fine thank you, how's your head?" I still had a dull headache, and a slight bump!

"The doctor said it didn't look good… I've got permanent damage…" Was he being serious when he said that? Had I actually hurt him?

"That's not funny… don't joke like that…"

"Sorry, I'm fine honestly."

"Good!" ... Thank God I would have never forgiven myself for hurting him!

He was just so handsome… I could feel myself slowly stretching myself out of the window; my body was just drawn to him like a fish to water.

The light went green – that meant he'd be leaving… Damn traffic lights!! – Why did the bloody green light have to mean go?

"I'll um see you …um soon… I hope?" he called as he slowly pulled away.

"I hope so…" I was at a loss for words, he just seemed to be there and then gone. I never had long enough in his presence.

He turned to look back at me, his eyes instantly locked with mine. He looked broken – heart broken almost as if he would never see me again and this was goodbye. I had to see him again, every time I saw him he made me happy, i couldn't just let that go, he was my drug and I was addicted.

"B, get back inside the car, before you get me arrested!" shouted Alice.

"Sorry Al, did you see him? He was right there…"

"I saw him… do you know what you really need to do?"

"What?"

"Ask him for his number, you idiot! He clearly likes you B!"

"You think? You really think he does? You're not just saying it?"

"B, why would a guy hang out of his window to talk to you and have this stupid smile plastered on his face if he didn't like you?"

"Well he might just be being polite…?"

"Isabella, seriously wake up and see what's going on around you. He likes you!"

He actually liked me… me… Isabella Swan…he liked me!

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Ever since I'd seen him at the traffic lights I couldn't get him off of my mind…"See you soon" he said…did that mean he wanted to see me? Why couldn't I just be a normal girl and understand what guys mean? Why couldn't I distinguish between something they want me to take literally and something they class as a joke or just say for the sake of it?

I didn't get back home until late- Alice had me stringing up fairy lights at her uncle's house. I wanted to talk to Edward online but I was just too tired. I was struggling to keep my eyes open and it was only 8pm.

I would miss our chat tonight but I just couldn't stay awake a minute longer. I climbed into bed and, before long, darkness over took.

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Unnghhh… his hands trailing up my thigh…. His lips nipping my neck….his chest pressed against mine, our naked bodies entwined…moisture pooling between my legs in apprehension for him… his breathing erratic… his eyes staring deeply into mine.

His tongue sweeping up from my throat to my lips… his mouth meeting mine… his kisses igniting the fire in my stomach… sucking his bottom lip as he whimpers… ungghhhh…"Bella…I'm…"…ungghhhh…"Yes baby… yes…Edward...ohhh."

What the hell?

It was dark; I turned to look at my bedside clock and it read 11:05pm. I'd been dreaming about Edward... but Edward looked like… like… Cheerio Guy…

It suited Edward perfectly- the way Cheerio Guy looked was a perfect fit for Edwards's personality he created online… If only…I needed to somehow mix these two people up and then he'd be my ideal man.

I suddenly felt wide awake and very, very… Horny! Damn! Where's a man when I needed one?

I tried rolling over and shutting my eyes, but I instantly got a replay of my dream… well… that's me getting no sleep tonight!

I turned my laptop on… I wonder if Edwards still online…?

FlightOfTheFingers: (23.10pm): And what time do you call this then young lady…?

msbellaswan1: (23.12pm): Well I am ever so sorry, but I was asleep!

FlightOfTheFingers: (23.10pm): Well I suppose that's an acceptable excuse. Just don't do it again.

msbellaswan1: (23.12pm): Or what?

FlightOfTheFingers: (23.10pm): Well I may just have to punish you!

Is it me and my very frustrated horny mind or is what he just said full of innuendo?

msbellaswan1: (23.12pm): Well, I may just have to be late coming online… just to see what you'll do to me!

FlightOfTheFingers: (23.10pm): Someone's feisty tonight…I like it!

msbellaswan1: (23.12pm): Do you now?

FlightOfTheFingers: (23.13pm): I really like it. What's brought this mood on?

msbellaswan1: (23.15pm): I just saw someone today that cheered me up, and my little nap was let's just say… very ummm… stimulating.

Stimulating… arousing…erotic…hot…unnfff….

FlightOfTheFingers: (23.16pm): Stimulating… sounds… promising? How so?

msbellaswan1: (23.12pm): Well it just bought a smile to my face and we'll say no more…

I'd definitely had a personality transplant tonight- I was never this forward! But I was feeling playful… there was one person in particular I'd like to be playing with right now….My mind was in the gutter tonight… oh…dear…

FlightOfTheFingers: (23.18pm): You can't say something like that and just leave it there… I want details…come on, don't leave me hanging…

I wonder how's he hanging? ... To the left? ... Seriously, tonight I had a one track mind… all hope was lost…

msbellaswan1: (23.20pm): Well…it involved me and a guy…

FlightOfTheFingers: (23.21pm): Yeah… and…

msbellaswan1: (23.22pm): There may have been some… touching…

FlightOfTheFingers: (23.24pm): Mmmm touching…

msbellaswan1: (23.25pm): Yes touching…

FlightOfTheFingers: (23.26pm): More, I need more details…

msbellaswan1: (23.30pm): This is totally embarrassing…

FlightOfTheFingers: (23.31pm): Your fault, you shouldn't have said stuff that interested me…

msbellaswan1: (23.32pm): I've decided you're a dirty perv…

FlightOfTheFingers: (23.33pm): Excuse me? Who exactly is the one having 'stimulating dreams'?

Ok , so I was the perv… Shoot me… it'd been a LONG time since I'd got any… I was savouring every moment of that dream!

msbellaswan1: (23.35pm): Erm… cough… me…cough :)

FlightOfTheFingers: (23.37pm): Exactly- so don't be preaching to me… Mrs. Filthy Mind!

msbellaswan1: (23.39pm): Ok … Ok… sorry, but my lips are tightly sealed about this dream I'm afraid… – so how's your day been?

I couldn't very well admit that I was basically having a dream about him... he'd run for the hills screaming, thinking I was some weirdo…

FlightOfTheFingers: (23.40pm): Ahhh, you shoulda given up the goods… I wanted you to dish the dirt… it's not like you were dreaming about me… and my day… actually good… I saw her!

Shit… do I just bypass what he just said? … If I just talked about her … then he'll forget everything else… but seriously…we were back onto her…we get on brilliantly and then… Her… I hated her… 'Miss I'm so bloody beautiful and apparently really mesmerising so Edward can't even consider any other girl' … she always had to come along and ruin the conversation…

msbellaswan1: (23.41pm): Oh, how'd that work out for you?

FlightOfTheFingers: (23.42pm): Well I didn't see her for long, it was in passing but I got to speak to her and it just made my day. I can't get her out of my mind.

I know how you feel… bloody cheerio man plaguing my every thought.

msbellaswan1: (23.43pm): You should really just ask her out.

FlightOfTheFingers: (23.45pm): I want to but, as soon as the opportunity arises something happens to stop it… I'm starting to think it's not meant to be!

msbellaswan1: (23.47pm): Life's what you make it; don't let anything stop you from being happy.

FlightOfTheFingers: (23.48pm): You know you give good advice; maybe you should listen to yourself.

He speaks sense… I should listen to my own advice… but let's be serious… I'm a clumsy babbling idiot, any attempts at wooing him and telling him my true feelings would end up with me in hospital or something equally disastrous!

msbellaswan1: (23.50pm): I know, I know… I just can't get the guts up to tell him how I feel, I think I'm just going to look stupid. I know it's pathetic but I'm just hoping he'll just say 'I like you' and then he's done the hard work… selfish, I know.

FlightOfTheFingers: (23.52pm): Not selfish… you're just a helpless romantic.

msbellaswan1: (23.54pm): I read too much- that's my problem… I'm expecting this deep, meaningful love, that at first is difficult and complicated and they try to profess their feelings… but then…they finally speak and fall desperately in love.

FlightOfTheFingers: (23.56pm): Yep. Definitely a geek…

msbellaswan1: (23.58pm): Hey! I can't help it… I'm a sucker for romance.

FlightOfTheFingers: (00.00am): Nothing wrong with that… and you should hold out for your prince charming, just like I'm holding out for my princess…

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msbellaswan1: (03.30am): You've never made Chocolate Cheerio cakes where you melt chocolate and mix Cheerio's in, clump them together and let them set? Please tell me you are joking… you are seriously missing out…

Was it really 3.30am? Had I really been talking to Edward for nearly 5 hours? It feels like I've been online 5minutes. I reached across for the magazine that Alice had left here yesterday whilst I was waiting for Edward to reply.

The main feature read:

Fork's richest Father- Son Duo Set To Win Awards for Charity Work.

I hadn't heard of any Father-Son duo that was famous in Forks… It had a population of like …10… I practically knew everyone? I was intrigued now…

Father-Son duo are set to receive recognition for their charitable work after raising $1million dollars for the Alex's Lemonade fund to help combat childhood cancer.

Carlisle Cullen (pictured left) has been a doctor for over fifteen years and has opened a string of research facilities and practices across the state to help get aid to those within America that need it. When asked what he thought of receiving the award, Carlisle simply stated "I am delighted that we have been able to reach $1million, but it's all for the children. If what I do can save a child's life then that's one less crushed family and one more chance at happiness. Every child is a gift from God; I cannot tell you how much happiness I get from what I do."

Edward Cullen (pictured on the next page) was unavailable for questioning but in a previous interview stated "If I could only save one child's life, then that's one more angel who's remained on earth. I raise money and fight for this cause because if I had a child diagnosed with cancer I would want to know that someone out there was doing what they could to help combat this horrible disease. I know with more research and more money that one day we could save thousands of lives. Each year children die unnecessarily because the funding isn't available to discover new treatments; if I can help further research, I am helping save a life and that's what makes it all worth while!"

The Father-Son duo have an estimated combined wealth of $438million; Edward is a business man who owns a string of houses as well as businesses. He is most famous for his restaurant Skyline that attracts a wide range of clients. From your average customer to the likes of Rachel Macadam's as well as Gerard Butler and suspected beau Jennifer Aniston.

Edward has no confirmed girlfriend and seems to be the eternal bachelor whilst his father since the death of his late wife also remains single…

Hold on… Just hold the fuck on

Carlisle Cullen… as in Carlisle…That I know?

Carlisle that I kissed?

WHAT THE FUCK…

Carlisle and his son are worth $438million, I knew they had money but…SHIT!

And I got drunk and…I went on a date with Carlisle and…crawled up my garden path with…and…SHIT!

I am actually speechless, he never said anything about charity work and just…SHIT!

Carlisle looked good in his photo… oh and there was a photo of Edward on the next page… Well at least I'd finally get to see his face… Rather than the back of him as he plays piano or drops off my car! Edward Cullen the multi millionaire drove my car… he must have thought what a heap of junk…

Oh…Fuck…Shit…What?

Edwards picture

He is….

He looks like…

Shit!

Cheerio Man…is…

I needed glasses… I was going blind… there's no other reason for it… it just… can't be…

Edward Cullen… Cheerio Man… who I have loved since the moment we met in the cheerio isle…was Carlisle's son… and… multi millionaire…Edward...Carlisle… Cheerio Man… and I had landed face first in his crutch… FUCK!

FlightOfTheFingers: (03.45am): Bella, are you still there?

FlightOfTheFingers: (03.46am): Bella?

FlightOfTheFingers: (03.47am): Hello? ...

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A/N I'm sorry I took forever to write this... Firstly I went to Mallorca and partied for 4 days straight and didn't sleep once… and spent all of it drunk… I have horrendous face book photos to prove it… I attempted acrobatics whilst on a bus… Drinking's bad for you… do not do it! Haha *wink wink* - she says as she finishes this chapter after a bucket sized glass of amaretto and coke!

Then…Real life just majorly sucked for a while…A lot of stuff happened and I just lost my mojo and just wasn't in the right frame of mind to write… but I'm back… with a vengeance…

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